i miss my broken men

i miss my broken people and their problems and shit. sangria is great when you have fruit. broken people, sangria and the unemployed, as well as the EMployed. all such a good group. and if you break them down individually, youll find beauty in everyone and forget their drug problems, or their temper tantrums or lack-o-commitment. you find passionate people who are trying to make their place in the world even if noone else notices it.someone will. they themselves need a sense of accomplishment even if its something so insignificant as climbing an ambulance or working with a musician you love. i hold my broken people near even if i dont see them for months or talk to them. when youre broken, you dont need to try to keep it all together b/c ya know... its gonna fall apart.so let it fall, and when the time is right, put it back together again. i have faith that they will understand. i will see my dears soon.let me get it together first.